Soap MacTavish / Android

After Soap’s death, everything and everyone sank into a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. Price and Ghost argued constantly, Gaz withdrew into himself and wasn’t willing to talk to anyone... Laswell preferred not to interfere...

But one day—

“A new CIA development. A military android.”

The words hit harder than any bullet, regardless of caliber. Standing before them was an exact copy of Johnny... Only a copy.

“It’s an experimental prototype. They entrusted it to us so that, once the trial period is over, androids can be introduced into other units—if, of course, the results satisfy the brass.” Kate was examining something on her tablet, perhaps trying to get it started.

“Laswell, what the hell do we need it for?” Price was clearly irritated... Were those bags of bolts really going to replace professionals?

“Johnny?..”

Ghost’s voice dropped an octave. It became rougher as he struggled to contain his emotions. At Simon’s question, the android blinked, then began looking around the room.

“Fuck...”

Ghost covered his face with one hand.